song, posted and translated by ranu
When time stands still,
My mind refuses to
pay attention to a friend’s call,
I lean on my head
On the window grill,
My thoughts keep
reminding me,
No one talks like my Dad.
He’d say Come,
Come little girl,
Come and sing with me,
Outdoors.
Come and learn,
New tunes.
When nothing satisfies you,
Sit and play the tune
On the piano,
Come little girl
Come little girl come.
When my eyes get tired
And my coffee is cold,
I throw away all
the poetry books,
And I wish I can
Hear my Dad calling ,
Come little girl come,
Come my dear,
Come with me right now,
Let’s get out of this city,
And make a fuss like
You did when you were
A child, you dragged me
away from my work.
Come little girl come,
Come.
When I went to the shop
To buy new beautiful clothes,
I looked at the mirror
and imagined
Dad calling,
come my darling.
Come my dear let me
see you before anyone else,
I want to see how you fashioned
your hair, what you used
for your eyes,
Every one gets older,
I wonder how many,
Can hear the sweet voice,
like my Dad saying
Come little girl come.
Hold my hand tight,
So I can bring you back
your lost childhood,
Come my dear little girl
Come!
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Sabethville 
Dear Ranu,
What a lovely song about “Dad.”
Thank you for sharing this!
All good wishes,
robert
Dear Robert,
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. 🙂
A very touching poem. It is a bliss to be able to hold such feelings, even if they embody some sadness, but the beauty of the feelings is perhaps a reward in themselves. Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you, this is a very beautiful song. I loved translating it, it reminded me of my Dad. 🙂
Yes 🙂
Thank you. When I first heard this song, I imagined my Dad in this role. 🙂